"deimos" poems
Maybe we are two moons,
but I exist right here
and you're nowhere near
for you exist somewhere else
Although two moons
orbiting a single sphere
are quite feasible,
they exist in another world
You and I are possible
Two moons on the same course
that's guided by the same force
But maybe in a different planet
You and I are possible
Like Mars' Phobos and Deimos
But in this Earth we can't stay
Maybe not now, but someday
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 7:54 AM UTC
Conquering the world with fear & terror,
Were their techniques & tactics any good?
If they were genuinely powerful indeed,
Would they not show their might in persuasion?
Instilling a fear of death they would not have put efforts,
Did they not know that death is a bitter but compulsory truth of life?
And today the world is largely unaffected by violence,
Efforts are on to defeat death by peaceful means that involve Ethos & Pathos.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 12:46 AM UTC
~
Two minutes of perseverance
two minutes of curiosity
Seeking out life
returning with ingenuity
It's all about surfaces and thresholds
and winter hemisphere
Each of us wants so badly
to be that next satellite
Or at least be allowed
to dream we're a small dark spot
moving across the Sun's face
~
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 3:41 AM UTC
A prophesied alarm ticks away,
As sobering faces make their way.
Welcome oh stranger, to the land of the learned,
A trip from a ticket handsomely earned.
Watch your crooked tongue,
Forked and twisted in a manner wrong.
For here there be beasts and creatures,
In the midst of dreams and futures.
Through the air drifts the scent of a fanciful tonic,
Quelling instinct, and suppressing the panic.
Walk past the snappy ladies and lads,
Peering at screens for the latest fads.
Watch their suits emanate regality,
Killing the scene with sheer brutality.
See through the pores of that fine fabric,
And you'll find the remnants of a familiar trick.
Not unlike the wisdom of the wizened,
The words of the victorious, the echoes of the poisoned.
Underneath it all, see the truth,
Strip away the puffed, monstrous brute.
It's a dainty little feeling, fear they call it,
On their faces, clear and large is it writ.
They turn from the brave to the meek,
Everyone caught in this noxious reek.
What they ought to have predicted,
Is that this reverie is self inflicted.
Sullen cheeks, and drippy noses abound,
Waiting to be addressed and found.
This place is a walking minefield,
Of broken bones and souls to be healed.
But its not their fault, I can't complain,
Because all they feel they don't feign.
As in the midst of this perennial parade,
I find solace in the friends I've made.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 10:28 AM UTC
Aphrodite have I done you so wrong
That you enamore me in loves somber song
Yet leave his holy heart unignited
Cursing me with burning affection unrequited
Why allow me to be denied Anteros
And Eros strike me so cruelly with arrows
That I must make Philia to be enough
When what I desire fervently is his fleeting love
I see now goddess that I you must truly despise
For you sent forth Phobos and Deimos to terrorize
Until I found my heart to be ragged and maimed
Still for their sake I find myself acting as if it's the same
Aug 17, 2022
Aug 17, 2022 at 1:41 AM UTC
Space is peaceful.
In space you can float amongst unknown stars.
But, in space, you stand as the open-minded Mars as I, however, caress the dust that are the no longer shining stars.
As another star bursts, so does a small fragment of me.
Though, little by little I wonder closer to your atmosphere.
Eventually, your atmosphere envelopes me.
An attraction develops and now I stand proudly beside the open-minded Mars.
I stand with a purpose and with every fragment lost, now found.
I now shadow you, as the open-minded Deimos; trapped in the warm embrace of your atmosphere.
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC
Standing on the brink of Valles Marineris
a canyon spanning twenty five hundred miles
As we stand there I glance at my companion
and we have to share a smile
For we've been dying to explore Mars
climbing down it's six mile depth
exploring all of it's one hundred
twenty five miles secrets of width
We start down a small crevice
and I stumble and nearly fall
he catches me and holds me
but really it wouldn't hurt me at all
I only weigh twenty six kilograms here
but still I don't want to tear my suit
smothering in carbon dioxide air
could not be considered a hoot
We turn on our headlamps
and brighten our lights
as daylight starts to fade
and Mars deep dark night
appears suddenly, just seems to drop
with atmosphere so thin the very stars
you feel you can touch and taste
so very bright and yet so very far
And we can see the two moons,
Deimos and Phobos rising high above
captured asteroids, the companions
of the god of war, each trying to shove
our attention away from what surrounds us
but it does not work
we have things to do and places to see
and we can't afford to shirk
our duties to collect more samples
of what once perhaps was life
before Mars lost it's water to space
and biology lost it's war to strife
We stroll along a rim of red Martian soil
and look down along a wash
where water flowed at one time
'ere evaporation left the planet harsh
We use our tools to gather samples
hard to believe through our thin suits
we're touching another planets land
leaving behind marks of our boots
to be swept away by Mars fierce winds
as they march to erase and reform
making war upon the craters
and filling the air with huge dust storms
My partner speaks and reminds me
it's time to return to our craft
and I look at him to say
what are you completely daft?
I hate to leave this behind
but inside I know he's right
It's just so hard to leave
such an awe-inspiring sight
I cannot believe the beauty
that lies in front of my eye..
dead planets tectonics once moving
leaving a vista of loveliness behind
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 10:22 AM UTC
Our king-kong sized terrible two has realized
an even more devious way to line the Trump
organized crime family's pockets, he's having
NASA do a trip to Mars in preparation for a
manned landing by some white guy who'll also
be tasked to play golf on the moons too.
RumputiN will throw in a little histoire to
make the photos more appealing to his multi-
millionaire foreign dictator pals: "They're
named after the Greek mythological twin
characters Phobos (panic/fear) and Deimos
(terror/dread) (The Donald's domestic and
foreign policy, respectively), who went with
their father Ares into battle. Ares, god of
war, was known to the Romans as Mars. This
will up the price he can charge them for
renting out the Lincoln bedroom, cafknching,
being the united **** of assassins new motto.
His current fav tool of stealing tax dollas is
still doing genocide, classwar style against
Latinos. He ripped apart 7000 families to
gift overtime, doubletime, more hires, multi-
million dolla private detention center
contracts to republican manned anti-immigrant
Gov't agencies + his lifelong criminal cronies.
These kids are caged, allowed little soap,
showers, running water, food, etc.. Similar
conditions to 40's US internment camps. This
should be one of the articles of impeachment
against him. Dinos, like Nancy 'Chamberlain'
Pelosi, can be scolded if impeachment doesn't
go only forward, for if it's not completed
in the House before the 2020 elections,
RumputiN/vlad-the-impaler may be re-installed
into the Blackhouse by the same conspiracy
that did it in 2016. Viva la evolucion.
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 3:27 AM UTC